Painting the human face and form, the most difficult and
precious of the fine arts, reached its maturity in 15th-century
Florence and 16th-century Venice. Thereafter it was elaborated and
varied by a succession of great masters for 300 years, until in the
late 19th century it went into sudden and irrational decline. The
20th century was a catastrophe for fine art, and at the beginning
of the 21st we live in a wasteland dominated by the most brutal
form of commercialism, ephemeral fashion, and cynical abuse of
talent.
Many sensitive people, hungry for beauty, deplore the state of
art but do not know what to do about it. But there are exceptions.
One is Charles Cecil, an American painter who has gone back to
Florence to make his contribution and, since 1991, has been running
the Charles H. Cecil Studios there. The studios teach the best
traditional methods of drawing and painting, specializing in
portraiture. For nearly 20 years now he has been fighting a
strenuous battle to teach the highest skills and is turning out a
steady stream of young men and women who have absorbed his methods,
share his enthusiasm, and are now making their living as
practitioners. They and their successors will, I predict,
eventually have a huge and cumulative impact on the art of the
West.
Some express surprise that an American should come to the rescue
of a stricken art that has always been regarded as a peculiarly
European phenomenon. In fact it seems to me perfectly natural, for
since the early 19th century Americans have been taking an
increasingly important part in the development of fine-art
painting. In some fields Americans have been supreme. In
large-scale landscape painting, particularly of the sublime,
Frederic Church and Albert Bierstadt stand alongside Turner.
Winslow Homer and Maurice Prendergast took over the leadership in
watercolor from the fading English school, James McNeill Whistler
ranged over the whole field with striking originality, Mary Cassatt
achieved prodigious grace in depicting the woman and child,
recalling Raphael, and John Singer Sargent made himself one of the
world’s greatest portrait painters. Indeed, since his death in 1925
there has been no comparable performer at the summit of fine art,
and there is an increasing tendency to refer to him as the last of
the great masters.
The art world is slowly coming to recognize the breadth, depth,
and variety of America’s contribution, and this has been reinforced
by the publications of the Yale University Press, which is now not
only the world’s best art publisher, with its magnificent
catalogues raisonées of the masters, but also has given
American artists a prominent place among them. Not least, its
monumental work on the entire output of Sargent, which has now
reached its sixth large volume, has successfully established his
position as a major figure by any standards.
Sargent has also played a dominant role in the art education of
Charles Cecil, and in inspiring him to bring back the highest
standards. Cecil studied art history at Yale and later did figure
painting with Sargent’s follower R. H. Ives Gammell, and with
Gammell’s best pupil Richard Lack. Cecil has no doubt whatever
about the greatness and centrality of Sargent and the amount that
can be learned from his works and methods. In particular Cecil
believes that, in portraiture, the best way to produce accuracy and
truth is by adopting the so-called sight-size procedure, as
practiced by Sargent. Under this, the canvas was placed alongside
the sitter, who was on a platform raising the face to the eye level
of the artist.
Before making a stroke the painter backed away as far as the
studio would allow, compared the two images, reality and art, and
then dashed forward to add the next brushstroke. An eyewitness
recorded:
[His] energetic approach to painting was closer to fencing. With
a brush in one hand, palette gripped firmly by the other, a
cigarette or cigar smouldering in his mouth, he backed away from
the sitter and canvas with slow but deliberate steps, further and
further. He stopped, then lunged at the canvas. Over and over again
he performed this ritual dance.…By retreating he was able to make
the model and canvas equal before his eye.
Sargent himself calculated that he walked four miles a day in
the studio while painting, and his tracks so wore the carpet that
it resembled a sheeprun through the heather. He talked to himself
when difficulties arose, and had a battle cry, “Demons, demons!”
before dashing at the canvas to overcome them.
Sargent himself did not invent this method, though he adapted
and improved it. Sight-size technique is very old, going back to
the early Renaissance. It was probably used by many Flemish
artists, by Leonardo at times, and by Giorgione and Titian. Later
it became standard for Van Dyck. It reached written form in the
chapter on portraiture in the manual Cours de peinture par
principes published by Roger de Piles in 1708. It was
translated into English in 1743, and it is likely that most English
portrait painters read it: two of them possessed copies. We know
that Joshua Reynolds, for instance, painted with the canvas
alongside the sitter, for one of them, Lady Burlington, described
the process: “His plan was to walk away several feet, then take a
long look at me and the picture as we stood side by side, then rush
up to the portrait and dash at it in a kind of fury. I sometimes
thought he would make a mistake, and paint on me instead of the
picture.”
George Romney used the same method with modifications and much
greater speed, notably in his portrait of William Cowper the poet,
probably the finest pastel ever produced by an Englishman and now
in the Wordsworth Museum and Art Gallery in Grasmere. Romney’s
friend William Hayley wrote: “Spectators who contemplated the
portrait with the original by its side thought it hardly possible
for any similitude to be more striking or more exact.”
According to a paper on the sight-size tradition written by
Nicholas Beer in 2007, Gainsborough used a similar method, but
making use (in the preparatory work) of pencils on sticks six feet
long, so he could position himself more easily to see both the
sitter and the emerging portrait in the same glance. The Scottish
painter Henry Raeburn followed in the same tradition, as did Sir
Thomas Lawrence, who succeeded to Reynolds’s position as the
maestro of English portraiture and president of the Royal Academy.
The Scots painter David Wilkie, who watched Lawrence at work,
described his energetic movements up and down the studio: “In this
incessant transit his feet had worn a path through the carpet to
the floor.”
Many other examples could be quoted. Indeed it is likely that
most successful portraits, in which accuracy of the features is
combined with evocation of the sitter’s personality, are achieved
by this method in one form or another. Naturally the sight-size
technique is only one of the methods taught in Cecil’s studios.
They are housed in the former church of San Raffaello Arcangelo in
Florence, and the traditions of this great capital of fine art,
especially in accurate and meticulous drawing, are paramount. As
with most successful studios from the Renaissance to the end of the
19th century, Cecil’s has a great stock of plaster casts from the
antique, which students are taught to copy. But most emphasis is
placed on drawing and painting from the live model, both nude and
clothed. It is of the essence of Charles Cecil’s teaching that
nature, and natural forms, are sovereign in art.
What will be the outcome of Cecil’s bold venture? So far the
impact has been mainly in Britain, where there was already a long
tradition of young men and women going to Florence to learn drawing
and painting. It is highly desirable that more pupils should come
from the United States, hence the importance of Cecil’s revolution
in art teaching (restoration might be a better word) being known in
America. Equally desirable is that those in charge of art education
in the U.S. should be aware of what is happening, and its
success.
This success is twofold. Cecil’s studios enable young artists to
acquire an enviable technique and a multitude of practical skills.
But equally important, they take manifest delight in the teaching,
and in practicing what they learn. Art has become a joy again,
instead of an exercise in fraudulence.
Congratulations to the American Spectator in extending your
hospitality to this fine writer and thinker. The Spectator’s loss
is your (and our) gain. Paul Johnson is an icon to thinking
people.
Michael L. Hauschild| 7.14.09 @ 8:43AM
Despite my personal horrific experiences I sincerely appreciate
art as it is “portrayed” here. Let me tell you why, at least in
the later 20th century, why it is on the wane. Having absolutely
none of the skills needed to even in the most rudimentary form
create “art” (my ancestors renderings were always close to cave
floor and used to scare away rodents) doomed me to attend the
liberal arts mandatory “enlightenment” courses where I made up
for my creative inadequacies by “hearing” about art. These
courses are all “instructed” by deranged post-modernist
sadists.
My (thank the Lord) last was taught by one of the feminist
studies cadre and was a seminar on “Iconography.” Icons were
defined in this setting as, “Works of art that portray European
White Males perpetration of dominance, gender slavery, the
infliction of agony and subjugation on females.” Having half a
century of summers under my belt and being the only male (not to
mention Caucasian) in the class made me somehow responsible for
any affront perpetrated since the renaissance.
Be very careful, any utterance of the word “Icon” in my presence
will result in a very thorough and brutal beating.
Mary| 7.14.09 @ 9:22AM
Dear Mr. Johnson,
Thank you for all your great study and works of History. My
notebooks are peppered with your words.
Faces: you just fall into some, don't you? The first time that
happened to me I was only 5. The only girl who lived on my street
was named Judy. Her family wasn't all that well to do, like mine.
She was my age and had perfectly golden hair and crystal blue
eyes. I can still see that little face. I just fell into it.
Good health and long life to you and all those who you love.
Mary Louise
Richard Baker| 7.14.09 @ 11:22AM
Hauschild:
Thorough and brutal beating? I've read your stuff elsewhere and I
doubt that you could thoroughly and brutally beat yourself.
Michael L. Hauschild| 7.14.09 @ 1:35PM
Wow, Rich. I guess I must not be as tough as I thought! Two
things for sure though, I certainly overestimated the ability of
some to comprehend satire and underestimated the ability of some
to assess combative prowess by simple literacy.
Richard Baker| 7.14.09 @ 4:22PM
I've still read your stuff and if what you write is satire then
the dictionary has surely changed the meaning. Literacy is in the
eye of the beholder, n'est-ce pas?
Roy| 7.14.09 @ 6:21PM
Keep in mind the site is filled with leftist trolls and you never
know who is who based on their name.
Richard Baker| 7.14.09 @ 7:54PM
Roy:
When I was in High School in the '60s in Northern Virginia, I'd
often go to the National Gallery in DC and sit and be edified by
the beauty and richness of the portraits displayed there. I live
in Florida now but surely miss going to sit and gaze at those
wonderful paintings.
Karen Sellenberg| 7.14.09 @ 10:25PM
I love Paul Johnson. I have read his books on art and
intellectuals and am now reading Creators. Hopefully will get to
the other ones.
hellen| 9.3.09 @ 11:43PM
dizzy, finger numbness, arm numbness runes of magic gold
shoulder, in fact, it is maintained ROM goldlong-term
posture, cervical neck pressure vessels
henry| 7.14.09 @ 6:30AM
Congratulations to the American Spectator in extending your hospitality to this fine writer and thinker. The Spectator’s loss is your (and our) gain. Paul Johnson is an icon to thinking people.
Michael L. Hauschild| 7.14.09 @ 8:43AM
Despite my personal horrific experiences I sincerely appreciate art as it is “portrayed” here. Let me tell you why, at least in the later 20th century, why it is on the wane. Having absolutely none of the skills needed to even in the most rudimentary form create “art” (my ancestors renderings were always close to cave floor and used to scare away rodents) doomed me to attend the liberal arts mandatory “enlightenment” courses where I made up for my creative inadequacies by “hearing” about art. These courses are all “instructed” by deranged post-modernist sadists.
My (thank the Lord) last was taught by one of the feminist studies cadre and was a seminar on “Iconography.” Icons were defined in this setting as, “Works of art that portray European White Males perpetration of dominance, gender slavery, the infliction of agony and subjugation on females.” Having half a century of summers under my belt and being the only male (not to mention Caucasian) in the class made me somehow responsible for any affront perpetrated since the renaissance.
Be very careful, any utterance of the word “Icon” in my presence will result in a very thorough and brutal beating.
Mary| 7.14.09 @ 9:22AM
Dear Mr. Johnson,
Thank you for all your great study and works of History. My notebooks are peppered with your words.
Faces: you just fall into some, don't you? The first time that happened to me I was only 5. The only girl who lived on my street was named Judy. Her family wasn't all that well to do, like mine. She was my age and had perfectly golden hair and crystal blue eyes. I can still see that little face. I just fell into it.
Good health and long life to you and all those who you love.
Mary Louise
Richard Baker| 7.14.09 @ 11:22AM
Hauschild:
Thorough and brutal beating? I've read your stuff elsewhere and I doubt that you could thoroughly and brutally beat yourself.
Michael L. Hauschild| 7.14.09 @ 1:35PM
Wow, Rich. I guess I must not be as tough as I thought! Two things for sure though, I certainly overestimated the ability of some to comprehend satire and underestimated the ability of some to assess combative prowess by simple literacy.
Richard Baker| 7.14.09 @ 4:22PM
I've still read your stuff and if what you write is satire then the dictionary has surely changed the meaning. Literacy is in the eye of the beholder, n'est-ce pas?
Roy| 7.14.09 @ 6:21PM
Keep in mind the site is filled with leftist trolls and you never know who is who based on their name.
Richard Baker| 7.14.09 @ 7:54PM
Roy:
When I was in High School in the '60s in Northern Virginia, I'd often go to the National Gallery in DC and sit and be edified by the beauty and richness of the portraits displayed there. I live in Florida now but surely miss going to sit and gaze at those wonderful paintings.
Karen Sellenberg| 7.14.09 @ 10:25PM
I love Paul Johnson. I have read his books on art and intellectuals and am now reading Creators. Hopefully will get to the other ones.
hellen| 9.3.09 @ 11:43PM
dizzy, finger numbness, arm numbness runes of magic gold shoulder, in fact, it is maintained ROM goldlong-term posture, cervical neck pressure vessels